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good Lord, we been awake

all night quite scared. hope

that came with us is beaten

and left alone on the corner

with other shattered dreams. 

good Lord, if only you tried

to stop the hands that lash us,

went seeking more than any

of us and sent a few Angels 

around with loudly fluttering

wings to guard us from the 

crooked who we pray you turn

into a fistful of ashes so we

can scatter them at sea. good

Lord, we woke up saying we 

done praying, our mouths have

no way with words cause when

we break loose for some rash

reason you don’t listen. good

Lord, you been feeding on our

suffering for a good long time

and even became flesh for it, so

remember your dark children 

on this piteous earth. 

h. j. Recinos